Important Note: There is a time shift for the Twilight movies. The first book doesn't happen until Sophomore year for this story, and then New Moon and Eclipse will be put into Junior year. I made a mistake in my plannings for this story and wanted to warn you, the reader, of the differences. Enjoy. :)

Prologue

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Breath. Cast. Breath. Cast. Breath. Cast.

His wand continued in a state of near constant motion as it had the past few hours of the past few days of the past few months during his training. Moody stood to one side along with a few others who were indiscernible as they stood in the shadowed part of the room. It was commonplace for people to come watch his training periods. Suddenly, the walls trembled as offensive magic splashed heavily into Hogwarts' wards. The doors to the chamber Harry trained in blasted open and Voldemort stepped through the gathering smoke and dust that filtered in through the now enlarged entrance.

Quicker than anyone in the room could react, Voldemort unleashed a number of curses that took out those who had been watching Harry's training. Harry turned quickly to level his wand at Voldemort, but as he began to call up a curse to send in response, his mind shut down. Voldemort chuckled as he looked Harry over for a few seconds, paying no mind to the bodies that were now slumped on the floor, their life having left them already or being soon to depart.

"You think you could ever hope to match me, young Potter? Go ahead, one free shot, any spell you would like boy." Voldemort sneered at him.

His mind still blank of any of the spells he had learned, recently in his training or even his time in Hogwarts, all seemed to have left him. The condescension in Voldemort's tone making him cower back slightly as he would before Vernon as a young child.

Voldemort chuckled darkly, "Worthless."

The Dark Lord motioned over his shoulder where Ron and Hermione were being held up by a number of black robed figures wearing white masks, further back he could see many faces he recognized from Hogwarts and magical areas throughout Britain. Recognition sprung into Harry's eyes before Voldemort gave a pointed glance over at the bodies sprawled across the floor.

"All because of you, all these must die. Had you never been born, they would have been given a chance to join me, or at the very least live. But you have infected them with your freakishness, your disease and now they must suffer the consequences."

One by one, his friends, acquaintances and those he had considered family were dragged forward. Looks of betrayal or distain and disgust showing on their face as they looked at him, some cursing his name or berating him for bringing this upon them before their words were cut short by a stream of killing curses from the surrounding Death Eaters.

His mother, father, Sirius and Remus were brought forward together at the end, all disclaiming him, yelling or weeping, cursing the day he was born before a flash of green light claimed them as well.

Voldemort turned to face Harry at the end with a contemplative look on his face as he spoke for the first time since before the executions began, "I would pity you, if you were not the problem. To be rejected so completely…" A look of harsh coldness settled over his features once more and he raised his wand, "To deal with a infectious disease, you must be sure to get every part, not just the symptoms, but the point of origin. This disease of so called hope and freedom must be dealt with."

Voldemort waved his wand purposefully while viciously hissing, "Avada Kedavra"

Harry rocketed forward from his bed as the nightmare finally released him from its grasp. Unseen to him, a flash of green slowly faded into the naturally deep emerald color of his eyes. Twisting his legs out from under the covers and setting his feet on the cool wood floor, he leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees while cradling his head in his hands. The light that spilled in through the window held a green tint to it as the sunlight pushed through the healthy foliage surrounding his house.

Calming his mind, Harry moved towards one of the windows and glanced out over his favorite view from his newly acquired home. The trees had a more welcoming sense to them than the Forbidden Forest that had rested adjacent to Hogwarts, but the sight of the trees was comforting all the same. The outskirts of the city of Forks was surprisingly exactly what he needed after the end of the war. He had been here for a few months now and enjoyed the seclusion offered by the forest-covered mountains that lingered nearby. No wizards or witches were in the area and he had seen very few people since his arrival. The time alone was precisely what he needed.

Thinking back to the end of the most recent magical war in Britain he sighed softly. While things hadn't happened as displayed in tonight's twisted version of the reoccurring nightmare he had been having for months, he always had his doubts about how things would have gone differently had he not been part of the disastrous events in magical Britain.

He stretched his back and shoulders as he moved towards his kitchen downstairs. Today he was tackling a new challenge: Interacting once more with people, more precisely, non-magical people or, as he kindly referred to them, mundanes.